Morgan walked into a vastly different apartment than the one he had left. The place was straightened up and the sounds of the washing machine drifted in from the laundry room. The whole place smelled like heaven. He found Cassi perched on a stool from his island while stirring something absently and reading a thick book. She smiled up at him.

"how does some good home cooked dinner sound?"

"well going off the fact that I was there when you learned to cook with mud and rocks I am a little dubious." he smiled and dodged her good natured thwack.

"I am not the little girl you grew up with anymore." she smiled.

"no your not." he looked her up and down with his best older brother intimidation. "but your not grown up yet."

"seventeen in a couple weeks." she protested. "By the way I called my dad today. Expect a call this evening." Morgan groaned. Then dipped a finger in the pot.

He yelped when she hit him with the wooden spoon. "make yourself useful and fetch me some plates." she ordered. He obeyed and the sat to eat.

"so what was his name."

"John." she answered after a moment. "He was the first boy I ever liked."

"I'm sorry."

"it's fine. I knew it was going to happen but.. You know…"

He let it drop and took another bite of the surprisingly good food. While he wasn't looking she had turned into a fairly good cook. He watched TV while she read on the couch for a bit. He looked her over. He expected a girl who had just been through a break up to look a little less… bored… happy… worried… a little more emotional. He watched her from the corner of his eyes. Every once in a while her eyes would drift and look around fixating on something then rapidly moving around. Like she was working on something. After a while she dug through her dufflebag until she found a notebook and pen. She wrote the rest of the evening. He looked over to see her messy cramped writing taking up every spot on the page. With lines and pictures connecting them all. Like a puzzle.

"you like to draw?" he asked.

"ya." she flipped back a couple pages and showed him a sketch of her parents hand in hand walking down a path in the park. He as surprised with how good she actually was. As she flipped back he saw a glimpse a turned head and dark glasses. He wondered if it was her boyfriend.

He made her take the bed that night and when he left he peeked in the cracked open door. She was sitting up in the bed hugging her knees to her chest. The blanket was pooled around her legs in a rumpled heap. She stared out to the night darkened street. He quietly slipped away thoughtfully walked to work.

When he returned the apartment was dark. A note was stuck to the fridge.

Gone out. Be back soon. I'll eat while I'm out.

He made sandwiches and went to sleep. He woke up slightly when she slipped back in. she was awake and cooking when he woke up to leave. She smiled as she handed him a plate of pancakes.

"Good morning."

"morning. Why are you awake?"

"I'm meeting a friend for the day. Ill be back late. Don't wait up." she sat down and dug into her own plate.

"what are you up to?"

"well. One of my friends lives in the city I just needed some girl time." he let it slide and wondered how to bring up her real reason for visiting.

He thought about all day at work. Yet another paperwork day. They were between cases and there was a lot to catch up on. He checked the clock for the millionth time and sighed. Picking up the phone he checked around for the number.

"hello." the older male voice picked up.

"hi. Dr. Reid?"

"yes."

"it's Jordan Morgan. Your daughter showed up in the city yesterday."

"ya I got a call saying she was staying with you. I tried to call last night but the phone was busy. Did she give you a reason."

"boys." Morgan answered glad something she had told him had been truthful. At least she had checked up with him.

"oh." something in his voice seemed off.

"what's got you thinking."

Reid's laugh flowed through the phone.

"to many years as a profiler. I just remembered I hate talking to a profiler as well."

Morgan grinned. "I know the feeling. Everything I say around the office gets analyzed."

"what's got you suspicious?"

"being an over eager profiler. I can't even get a visit from an old friend."

"tell me if you get any solid suspicions, will you?"

"sure Dr Reid I'll talk to you later."

"Bye."

"Dr Reid?" his boss asked leaning against his desk. "the Dr Reid?"

"ya his daughter is staying over at my house." his bosses eyebrows raised.

"not like that. She is like a sister. She just didn't want to be alone."

"ok if you say so. Anyway. The team is meeting for a briefing in five."

"alright I'll be there."

On the way to the plane he called his house phone.

"um hey. It feels odd talking to my own voice mail. I'm going out of town on a case for a while. Not sure when we'll get back. there is some food money tucked under everything in my sock drawer if you need anything. I guess be safe and you have the key so I'll see you in a few days." he hung up and shoved his phone into his case.

"house guests?" Scott asked as he caught up.

"just one." he replied."is this one hot." Morgan shook his head. "she is like a sister and way underage."

"Damn." Scott said while Morgan sighed.

"something not right?""it might just be my but something about her story just doesn't sit right." he grinned. "I'm a top class profiler what can I say?"

"indeed. Anyway have you got a chance to read over the new case?" their conversation drifted away into the new case.

Morgan called every night and sometimes got her and sometimes got the machine. He wasn't sure what was worse. Talking to her and knowing something was up with her vague answers or not knowing she was safe.

After a week the case was finally closed and Morgan was on his way home. She was in the apartment when he returned, sitting in his bed her notebook open again. His laptop lay shut a little ways away and his cordless was next to her. He was worried as he took in her appearance. She barely visible dark circles under her eyes as if she hadn't been sleeping well. She barely glanced up as he walked in.

"hi." she said. He noticed her eyes didn't move but stared blankly at the notebook in front of her. He saw some pages taped in, like someone had sent her notes she had deemed important enough to keep. He asked for his computer. She handed it to him and stuffed her notebook into her open bag. When he was alone in the living room he looked into the history. It was wiped clean. From the point the had left was completely blank. Either she hadn't used it or she had erased the history.